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Show He's Worried. I hold myself abovo a thought That you could over prove untrue, Nor would I And n fault with aught That' you might say or you might do. But Jones Is a conceited beast Who rather seems to need a chill Or no encouiagcment, at least, I am not Jealous, love, but still HI j foolish smirking stirs my bile, His would-be smartness makes me mad, I think, though. If you did not smllo It renllv would not seem so bad. He's Insignificant, I know: His Intellect Is simply nil: You need not seem to like him, though, I am not Jealous, lovo, but still-Why, still-Why, yes, you let him take your hand You might dismiss him with a bow, Perhaps I do not understand. Ho'b too familiar, anyhow. He's Just tho sort of person it Would give mo great delight tc. kill, Of course, I do not caro a bit: I am not Jealous, love, but still Chicago Nbws. |